I love this one because it's so expressive and really defines Margy's wistfulness (in State Fair):
I'm as restless as a willow in a windstorm,
I'm as jumpy as a puppet on a string!
(I'd say that I had spring fever,
But I know it isn't spring.)
I am starry-eyed and vaguely discontented,
Like a nightingale without a song to sing.
(Oh, why should I have spring fever,
When it isn't even spring?)
I always get goosebumps when I hear this song performed beautifully like on Mar. 29 at 54 Below by Andrea McArdle.
